One of the biggest lies will always be "Yes I'm fine, I'm just tired." I smile, but I want to cry. Smiling has always been easier than explaining why I’m sad. I talk, but I wanna be quiet. I act like I'm happy, but I'm not. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at me, for not hating you when I should. I'm insecure, I break things, I don't have the latest fashion, I don't have perfect hair, I make mistakes but that's just me. If you don't like me, someone else will. Love doesn't need to be perfect, it needs to be true. Sometimes I just getting sick of wishing, hoping and waiting for something that won't happen. Everyone hurts me eventually, it's okay. Shit happens. Mostly to me, so don't worry.
